So, I've been doing some ice fishing this winter. It's really fun and really easy for me. I've got a good buddy with a nice shack and all the gear you need. He's a great host. He picks me up, takes me out and even lets me keep the fish.
So, on the weekend, we go. It was a little slow. I caught one little perch in the first two hours - a catch and release. And then, having gone without a catch for some time, I released the rod. Yes, set it down so I could take a little lunch break and I kicked it. It went down the hole. I watched it go. It was like slow motion. I froze. I just stood there and watched it sink. We laughed but it wasn't really funny. Here I am, absorbing some fine hospitality like a freeloader and I kick my friend's fishing rod down the hole.
I felt shame. I knew I'd have to replace that rod. I was already planning my trip to Canadian Tire when I carefully grabbed another rod and dipped it in. I let the bait drop to the bottom of the lake and then reeled it in a few inches when I felt the tug. It wasn't a living tug it was a stationary tug. I kept tugging and reeling and I watch it come up. It was the rod I lost. I reeled it in. Catch of the day.
You can't make that stuff up.